Disillusioned
All of this “improvement” only dismantles my safe space,
My one corner of quiet
In this hellish prison of consumerism.
All of this “improvement” only dismantles my safe space,
My one corner of quiet
In this hellish prison of consumerism.
The Seattle I once knew is gone. It has been transformed into a tech-haven, a corporate castle. A breeze has blown through the construction-covered streets, wisping all the unwanteds away.
Fall leaves burn brightly –
Radiant pastels
Scattered gently underfoot.